The night is my solitude
Where I locked myself up in the room with you and —
Talk about the past, present and the future
In grief and happiness, frustration and calmness

Remember the time we tuned in to sitcoms and cartoons
Laughed our heads off in loud croons
And if we were lucky, we might catch a movie till late
But most times, you stayed up till I get my homework done — which I hate

I haven't been talking to you for the past six months — please forgive me
I met this guy who's nice, handsome and he's kinda funny
Spent hours talking and texting to him while ignoring you
Until that one fine day, he broke my heart — I forgot to tell you
(But you still keep me in company as I weep, falling to sleep)

Stay with me until I reach 65 if you will
Listen to me telling bedtime stories to my grandchildren still
As they're fast asleep I plant a kiss
On their foreheads I'll never miss
My old man walks in and whispers into my ear
Aren't you tired? It's time for bed, my dear